Thursday, November 5, 2009

Friday Flash 55

Go see MrKnowItAll on my blog links if you want to play around with a story in 55 words exactly. Here's my earthy addition to this week's game, posted a little early for those early risers on the East Coast.

When a Dandelion Is Not a Weed

I’ve moaned and groaned about the weeds in my gardenGrowing wilder and stronger from my neglect,Yet in truth, when the light is right, what is a weedBut a wildflower in the domicile where it is unwantedAnd even dandelions are beautiful, when my vision's right

great 55, i love dandelions, they are so magical, they make a great tea, they have medicinal purposes in their leaves, they make beautiful necklaces and when they are just right, the make a million wishes with a single breath!!we love dandelions around here BTY mine is up too

Enchanted Oak - You and I are going to get along just fine.This was a lovely piece to read and I can totally appreciate how you feel. I'm always happy to be directed to new poets—especially ones who relate to nature. (You might also want to check out my haiku blog Kigo of the Kat which is entirely based on the natural world.)

What else? If my menopausal mind can recall your profile, we have some common ground with Brit-mysteries, "Local Hero", Grant, Bogie and Bette and even a connection with regard to adoption, as I found out just a few years back that I have a half-sister and grew up with an adopted one. Whew!

Bottom line: I'm so pleased you commented at my blog and will be following YOU from now on.

I know some weeds can be beautiful. ( I love Queen Ann's Lace.) But when one lets them grow, they take over, kind of like one rotten apple spoiling the entire bushel. Sometimes I wish there were a commercial value to weeds. I'd be a ka-zillionaire. But, oh, that wouldn't work. By the law of supply and demand, they would still be worth nothing.

Chris, I love your poems that connect to flowers and the natural world.

I know we've all been weeds at times, but God planted us in many places and all was garden to begin with! I think your vision is a-okay!

Thanks for the beautiful pics, too. They are welcome on the eyes, as nearly all the leaves fell here last weekend, and it's beginning to look ghostly. Your poem is a reminder, though, that with my vision right, I can focus on the beauty of even that.

first of all I just wanted to say that your friends story was great I liked that a lot it had my total attention.....Your flash 55 is GREAT also I never thought of a dandelion as beautiful in the right minds eye. Great Job look forward to reading nextweeks. you'll find mine below. True Loves

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